Hoarder of other people's socks and things... If only I could hoard time. I would never run late, never rush an essay, and I'd spend all day with my choices. Early morning finds my mind in an addled state and I daydream a million thoughts that flit and flutter, topsy turvy and back to front. A Jigsaw puzzle of thoughts in random array. Talking stripy socks, smoking polka dot dogs and the colour of yesterday:)

Greetings to all! New, old, unknown...?!? Allow me to introduce myself to those of you who don't  know me:  Friendship is the colour in my life. Without it the mundane journey of existence would be less than black and white! )I love art and living. To me art is where life ends and eternity begins. Life is only art's inspiration but without life art wouldn't exist. So, I suppose, life is art!
Much of my art I will display here for any who are interested! I love to share. I consider my art an intimate part of myself and I invite you to know me, if that is your wish!

I have one wish for my life: To live never looking back. No regrets, only experiences. 

"Hello, and nice to meet you stranger! I can only hope, one day, to call you friend!"

RE: your stories.
I love reading! But, as there are so many stories our there, and so many writers wanting their stories read, I'll story exchange. If you read mine and either fan, vote or leave a comment I promise I'll return the favour:) :) :) It's only fair, after all, we only have so much time! If you don't care enough to take the time to read my works, please don't bother advertising on my page and asking me to read yours. Otherwise, I promise to give you honest feedback in the form of a comment, vote etc...though you must let me know which stories you want read;P

 Please, pretty please, fan, vote or leave a comment! I'd really appreciate it and I'd love to know your thoughts (especially constructive criticisms!)

Fun, fun ;P